Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.